It was another day in the Imperial guard barracks on the border with New heaven, while there had been a ceasefire for the past 3 years both sides were still on edge. As field marshal ashers did his rounds he could feel a strange thing in the air, he had no idea what it was but he knew it was there, as he went to inspect garrison 207 he entered to find the building a mess, the magitech mech inside was clearly not stored correctly and appeared to be leaking its lycerium fuel. The field marshall approached the 3 engineers who he tasked with handling the mech 2 days ago, as he saw them turn towards him a smirk formed on his face "now what do we have here, do I see a group of men who are incapable of even doing the most basic service to the empire? Can you not even maintain the most basic of our weaponry? I gave you men one job, one very simple task and you failed to even prevent the fuel leakage. You men, are a disgrace to this glorious empire and her army, I am disappointed men. I want all 3 of you in the officers quarters at 5am tomorrow morning, be there on time to the minute" the marshall turned away from the men to leave the building when he put his hand on his pistol, lifting it from its rose gold embroidered holster to reveal a adamantium engraved Luger pistol, he blindly fired it at one of the engineers, hitting them in the chest killing them on the spot "oh, and while I remember, punishment for failing me is death" he said with a chuckle before leaving the building and returning to his quarters
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Ebonmeria: rise and fall
FantasyThe world of ebonmeria has always been a land of constant struggles for power and war, the many distinct nations constantly fight for control of the supercontinent but for some reason, none ever come on top, the world has been in a bloody stalemat...